“Trails End” (Poem)

Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt Feature:  My entry is below the photo prompt.

 

“Trails End”

(Poem)

 

 

Myriads of green pastures

besiege my weary mind,

my journey ceased when 

stumbling upon an old post of some kind.

Dusty cobwebs and old twisted nails

no direction to indicate 

East, North, South, or West

this was the end of my trails.

I’ll wither away 

my body to decay

and I’ll become one with 

the pasture of leafy growth.

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BC 2019

 

 

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